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Chapter 16
Look,Casy,youholdthelightwhilemean’Algetthisherepanup."
Casykneltdownandtooktheflashlight.Hekeptthebeamontheworkinghandsastheypattedthegasketgentlyinplaceandlinedtheholeswiththepanbolts.Thetwomenstrainedattheweightofthepan,caughttheendbolts,andthensetintheothers;andwhentheywereallengaged,Tomtookthemuplittlebylittleuntilthepansettledevenlyinagainstthegasket,andhetightenedhardagainstthenuts.
"Iguessthat’sher,"Tomsaid.Hetightenedtheoiltap,lookedcarefullyupatthepan,andtookthelightandsearchedtheground."Theresheis.Le’sgettheoilbackinher."
Theycrawledoutandpouredthebucketofoilbackinthecrankcase.Tominspectedthegasketforleaks.
"O.K.,Al.Turnherover,"hesaid.Algotintothecarandsteppedonthestarter.Themotorcaughtwitharoar.Bluesmokepouredfromtheexhaustpipe."Throttledown!"Tomshouted."She’llburnoiltillthatwiregoes.Gettin’thinnernow."Andasthemotorturnedover,helistenedcarefully."Putupthesparkan’letheridle."Helistenedagain."O.K.,Al.Turnheroff.Ithinkwedoneher.Where’sthatmeatnow?"
"Youmakeadarngoodmechanic,"Alsaid.
"Whynot?Iworkedintheshopayear.We’lltakehergoodan’slowforacouplehunderdmiles.Giveherachancetoworkin."
Theywipedtheirgrease-coveredhandsonbunchesofweedsandfinallyrubbedthemontheirtrousers.Theyfellhungrilyontheboiledporkandswiggedthewaterfromthebottle.
